“You want to have sex right now?” I pulled him to a stop. “It's the middle of the day.”
“And?”
“And the middle of a diplomatic luncheon.”
“We've done our parts. The humans are settled around the spiral table, enjoying the feast. Let's do some feasting of our own. After those refreshments, I'm not hungry for food.” He leaned in closer, his face subtly shifting into something sharper, more primal. “Are you?”
I grinned at him.
“If you two think you're sneaking off for a liaison without me, you're crazy,” Azrael drawled.
Arach sighed. “Very well. Just try to keep your feathers out of the flames.”
Az lifted his buff arms and spread his glittering wings. “I'm immune to fire in this form. I probably have better control of Fire than you do.”
“Watch your words, mutant,” Arach growled.
Azrael chuckled. “Just lead the way, lizard.”
Arach snorted and started pulling me down the corridor again. I reached back and grabbed Azrael's hand. He winked a glowing green eye at me.
“This is so naughty,” I whispered in excitement. “What if one of the guards on the walls sees us?”
“They won't,” Azrael said. “I'll take care of it.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“I'm going to hide us, not hurt them, Carus.”
“Sorry. It's that body. I never know how you're going to act when you're in it.”
“Don't worry. The Faerie God's under control.”
Then we were passing through an archway and the cold hit us.
“Ugh. I forgot about the weather,” I said.
“Fire Garden,” Arach said as if that explained it all.
It did. And even if the Fire Garden hadn't been full of blazing embrasures and magma, all three of us had the power to adjust our internal temperatures. We'd be fine. We could have walked naked across Antarctica and been fine.
We went past the Water Garden and I did NOT think about Dubheasa stabbing me there. Nope. I focused on my husbands. Arach and Azrael together? With Az in his Faerie God guise? Yes, please.
And they were just as focused on me. As soon as we entered the warm embrace of the Fire Garden, their hands started wandering. But first, one of Azrael's hands waved toward the fountain of magma in the center of the garden. The Fire Garden had a few evergreens in it, spotting the scenery of spindly branches and rock formations, but mostly, the garden was about angles and heat at this time of year. And steam.
Steam coalesced and rose to form a ceiling above us before shivering down into a dome around us.
I looked from the thick barrier to Az and grinned. “Nice.”
“Thank you.” Az bent his antlered head to kiss me.
As we kissed, Arach undressed. Then the men undressed me. Fabric fell to the hard earth in heaps, eager hands tossing it there. Azrael pulled back to finish removing his pants, and Arach took the opportunity to draw me fully into his arms.
“A Thaisce,” Arach whispered.
The crimson scales at Arach's temples spread down the sides of his face, neck, and chest as if to frame the places he wanted me to focus on. And focus I did. From his lips, I made my way down his throat, kissing and nipping at him with my teeth. He growled, the vibration sliding from his skin and into mine. It sent a shiver down my spine.
Or maybe that was Azrael, who had come up behind me to slide his warm hands up my hips, his claws grazing my skin.I wriggled back against his thick shaft, grinning to myself when I felt the bead of moisture crowning it. Instead of going to my knees as I originally intended, I bent over, pushing Arach back so that my upper body was horizontal between the men. That earned me aroused growls from both of them.
